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Ain’t Livin Right

Future · Produced by Nikko Bunkin, TrellGotWings

Ain’t Livin Right lyrics

Intro Future I need therapy wanna retail today and spend thousands ayy Ima get my head cloudy don’t wanna have a memory of anything (Im not goin anywhere Nikko) (You’ll fly too) Ayy   Chorus Juice WRLD Future Put away your problems (Tryna put away my problem) I dont sell drugs I cop em (I got drugs can I cop) I be livin life all wrong (I be livin life wrong) I aint livin right uh I aint livin’ right yeah I ain’t livin right uh I ain’t livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I ain’t livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh   Verse 1 Gunna I aint livin right (Nah) We from different sides (Sides) I done sacrificed and it made me a mastermind (mastermind) I done switched lanes Bentley coupe got frog eyes We got rich hey and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties) Never sober I always be high (High) I be most likely baggin a nine (Baggin a nine) Aint no question my niggas gon ride (Gon ride) You a bitch you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide) I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red) Couldnt pick one it was hard to decide (Hard to decide) Hit my niece then I talk to the don (Talk to the don) Got a new Bentley the seat can massage (Massage) In the PH just me and my niggas we alright (Alright) On the PJ sippin codeine on long flights (Long flights) Damn I forgot her name only fucked her for one night To give my Rollies rage know young Gunna aint livin right Chorus Juice WRLD And they put away my problems I dont sell drugs I cop em I be livin life all wrong I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh   Verse 2 Juice WRLD Forgiatos spinnin They look like my diamonds Bitch my Glock got a twin Man thats two times Im on two percs again Something dont feel right But this shit real right slatt This shit real right Uh This that pure white crack Yo mom need that Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function This that new Maybach Ima speed in it uh Roll some tree in it uh fuck a freak in it uh Ima do me in it Timid all these niggas timid uh All these niggas pussy uh Codeine in my sippy cup I chug it dont sip a lot Your bitch on my dick a lot I guess thats not your bitch uh Funny laughing to the bank and its funny Perky in my brain Im a junkie uh Uh not a dummy lotta cash Im a dummy Im a spaz Chopper leave your ass in the quick past Everyday I dash to the quick cash I get that Gun on my hip I cant risk that Desert eagle I shoot knock my wrist back Chorus Juice WRLD And they put away my problems I dont sell drugs I cop em I be livin life all wrong I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah I aint livin right uh I aint livin right yeah oh   Outro Future Tryna put away my problems I got drugs can I cop Ive been livin life wrong Yeah Aint livin right at all